A strong man ordering her what to do was more like it.
She lifted, moved to line up and made sure the material to her underwear was out of the way. Clay did a good enough job shifting it.
She sat down fast, the fullness of him making them complete in her eyes.
Everything he did with her, everything he touched, it filled her heart with more love than she thought was possible.
She sat back on her knees, her eyes on his, just watching, assessing the situation for the right time to tell him what was in her heart.
His gaze matched hers, he sent her a small smile as if he could read her mind.
She lifted and lowered, then did it again.
A groan escaped, his hands going to her breasts, flicking at her hardened nipples.
“Every time you touch me, a little part of my body gives itself to you even more.”
He was still watching her when she said those words. No reaction. Or not one she could see.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “There isn’t much sexier than that.”
No one had ever told her she was sexy. Or she’d never felt it before.
She felt everything with Clay.
She held the material of her panties to the side so he could watch her do as ordered.
Her body was being assaulted in every direction imaginable.
She was riding up and down slowly, her middle finger swiping around in circles.
He was pinching her nipples, and her body was ready to explode in multiple places.
“Oh God,” she said. “I’m not sure what feels better.”
“Don’t think. Just let yourself go.”
She was moving faster on him. Up and down, his grip on her breasts keeping them from jiggling but his thumb and finger not letting up.
It wasn’t painful. Not to the point she was going to yelp, but enough to make her scream in pleasure when he applied some more pressure.
She came, her body pulsing in numerous places.
How was it even possible?
Her finger dropped away, her hands going to her ankles to lean back and get him deeper as she lifted and lowered her hips the best she could.
He took over from there. Grasping her hips and slamming up into her powerful enough that she almost felt his energy in her body.
When he came, it sounded as if he was in pain just like her.
The lovely kind of pain that was present when you opened your heart and soul to those you love.
For them to see they are your world and you couldn’t be complete without them.
She was drained, physically and emotionally, and dropped on his chest, her legs sliding out as she lay on him.
His hand was rubbing her back in a small soft caress.
